Good Night

I'm back in my big, comfortable, manly, leather poppa chair, with a bit of a tan, a substantially thinner wallet, and a head full of vacation snap shots to run past you. Here's one...Walking along the beach with my Lady Wonder Wench, and all of a sudden, a big pelican came in for a water ski type landing...feet first. Here's another. In that same beach's parking lot, an old time Chevvy station wagon, with a license plate that expresses a deeply felt urge for many a Louie-Louie Generation lad and lass. It said, "I-Gotta-P".